Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 36

We end up naked on the couch even before the movie finishes and he is pouring lube all over me again.

After the credits end, we find each other out of breathe, him laying on the couch and me on top of him, tracing the moth on his chest. I feel little on his broad shoulders and warm body.

Harry's POV

Lex's body is one mine, her pale skin on my tan one, black ink against her clean skin. It looks like something you should put in an art gallery.

"What are you thinking love?" I ask just to see the small flicker of light in her eyes when I call her 'love'. She loves it.

"My mother once told me that writers end up writing their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can't forget; stories that they carry in their bodies waiting to be released." She says, her eyes drifting like two wild cubs. She gets so adorable when he is excited.

"I wonder what comes to you when you jolt down the words: His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete." She reads it out of memory and stares at my eyes the whole time. Her green ones grow twice in size and her mouth parts with every vowel like its opening the gates to heaven. She looks like she may be in love with Scott Fitzgerald more than me.

She stares at me, waiting for me to share the excitement. I do my best but her presence captivates me more than Scott.

"You don't think he was a brilliant man?" She asks me with a broken smile, trying to hide the embarrassment that came from my response. Her cheeks get scarlet immediately.

"No I don't. I think he is a fool rather than brilliant." I say and watch her cheeks calm and her eyebrows to furrow. She is going to shut me down and convince me otherwise no matter what I say and I know that. I want that.

"Why would you think that?" She is getting defensive and I love it. I love how protective she is. I am doing this on purpose to mess with her, just to see how beautiful she is when she is angry.

"He was a lover first of all. He probably had a Daisy of his own and he lost it. If he didn't, she wouldn't have become his obsession. He wouldn't write love books about her that the protagonist never ends up with." I defend my case. I'm actually proud of myself for coming up with that on the spot since I never read the books, only watched the movies.

"Thats not true. Benjamin does end up with Daisy." She says but I see she doesn't believe it herself.

"Benjamin misses Daisy's golden years. She marries someone else and he ends up dying in her arms. Their life is connected to each other but in the worst timing possible. They don't get a child hood together nor an elder life. They only get a glimpse of life for nine months until she delivers. Thats not them ending up together, thats two people craving each other with love but never getting the chance to live it." I finish and her expression changes. She believes me.

"I never thought about it that way." She says as her mind moves a hundred miles per hour. She is probably going over every word she read from his books, looking at them like they were spoken from a heart broken mans mouth.

"So he is a fool. A stupid fool that got his heartbroken." She says to herself and I nod.

I wait for her to digest it. She seems taken aback by it.

"Wow Harry, I never thought you were the book club kinda guy." She smiles as she gets used to the idea of her favorite writer being something else then what she thought he was.